I’m stressed because I have to deal with benefit cock-ups and repaying a massive overpayment. I’m stressed because I need to deal with buying a cooker. I’m stressed because the washing machine won’t fit in the space next to the dishwasher. I’m stressed because we don’t have a shower, only a bath. I’m stressed because it seems impossible to talk to the electricity companies to sort out our meter. I’m stressed because politicians are all attacking the sick and disabled. I’m stressed because the general public thinks everyone on benefits is a cheat and a scrounger. I’m stressed because I can’t keep up with all the campaigning and projects that I want to be involved in.I’m stressed because I have started 16 blog posts that I can’t get inspiration to finish. I’m stressed because I can’t work. I’m stressed because there is no room for my wheelchair in this house. I’m stressed because I am afraid to use the wheelchair because of what other people might think. I’m stressed because I am in pain. I’m stressed because I take too many painkillers. I’m stressed because my wife can’t get a job despite a shortage of science teachers. I’m stressed because I live in a village too far from town. I’m stressed because we haven’t finished unpacking and the house is a tip.
I’m stressed because I am stressed.
Please excuse me, I’m going to curl up in a ball in my bed now.
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